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girl (nonspecific, just used here as an interjection, i know there are
several of you reading this) i know it’s been a lot and like shit got so
hectic i updated that i had a backsplash and then nothing but
listen i’ve been unpacking stuff into my
NEW KITCHEN
which is fully operational and move-in ready it’s just missing the door to
one cabinet and a bunch of little pieces of trim and whatnot but
FEAR NOT
i will give you the scoop once i can figure out where i left off in the
updates.
Image description: Picking up where we left off, here’s the north wall
looking east from the kitchen door, this time with the spacers removed from
between the white tiles. The countertop is still covered with cardboard.
You can see the underside of the cabinets a bit. The outlet has no
faceplate on it.
Max mixed up a batch of grout and set to grouting the tiles, now that the
adhesive or mortar or whatever had cured overnight. Jim, meanwhile,
installed the dishwasher to be ready for the plumber, and installed the
vent hood.
[image description: Two men are facing away from the camera, lifting a
stainless steel vent hood up to hook it onto the screws it mounts to in a
tiled wall.]
He also used a sheet of paper to cut out a template so he could cut the
odd-sized piece of trim wood to cover the bay windowsill. “I got a whole
roll of paper,” he said, “but I only got one piece of wood.” “Measure once,
cut three times,” Max interjected.
[Image description: Two men in a kitchen. The one on the left is standing
on a stepstool to smear gray grout over the white tiled wall. On the right,
the other man is bent over the countertop, with the offcuts of brown kraft
paper curling away as he trims it with a utility knife.]
Finally the plumber rolled in– Kyle, who’d been here before. He’d said he’d
come Monday, but on Thursday when Jim called to confirm, he said he could
push it up and come Friday instead. Which was huge, because it meant a
working stove and working sink and working dishwasher and really, working
kitchen, really really.
Jim bartered for a part from him, to hook the stove up– he had one of
Kyle’s tools, left behind on an earlier job. Kyle was like ha I don’t
actually need it back I bought a replacement BUT i will give you the nipple
you need anyway. (Yes! It was a nipple. That’s a pipe fitting thing and I
get a gold star for not giggling.)
So while Kyle was in the basement, hooking up my dryer and repairing my
laundry sink (I had arranged to pay him separately for that, as neither
thing were part of the kitchen job, and he figured he’d do those first so
his boss would have a chance to send an invoice so I could pay him before
he left, much easier all around), Jim and Max installed the stove and got
it painstakingly leveled.
[Image description: a stove is pulled out somewhat from the surrounding
counter. To the left a man is kneeling next to it; the other man stands to
the right, leaning over to peer at a bubble level.]
They did a really thorough job on this, which involved pulling out that
lower drawer so Jim could reach under to the rear adjustable feet with a
wrench to fine-tune the position once the stove was shoved into place.
“Aw,” I said, “now I gotta find the owner’s manual to find out how to set
the clock on this stove again,” and Max wordlessly tilted his head, looked
at the control panel, unerringly punched the button with a picture of a
clock on it, and said “what time is it?” so I told him, he punched it in.
“Kids,” Jim laughed, and I said “so good with technology.” Finished, Max
hit the clock button again, and erased his work. “Oops,” he said, repeated
the process, and this time hit the “Start/OK” button at the end, which
worked and actually entered the time.
Then the real excitement began, because Kyle finished mucking around in the
basement and came up and put together the sink. Max, having now attached
all of my cabinet door and drawer handles, had now mostly run out of work
to do by then so he leaned on things and watched kyle work, which was also
what I was doing, LOL.
But the moment of excitement came very soon.
[image description: two men standing by a kitchen counter. On the left,
Kyle the plumber is staring down into the sink as the water runs. On the
right, Max is leaning on the counter next to the stove, watching.]
No leaks! Hooked up! So exciting. He then ran a quick cycle on the
dishwasher to make sure it didn’t leak either, and lo and behold it did not.
Meanwhile Max lit the stove and ran it until the air was out of the line.
Literally, now we’re cooking with gas.
So, everyone was done and wrapped up before 3pm on Friday afternoon, and
they all left in high spirits. Jim will be back to put on the final cabinet
door (they made it wrong! the custom cabinet people fucked up my door! I
never knew because Jim had already sent it back) and all the crown molding,
and a couple of other little details. He might come Monday but if the
pieces aren’t ready for him then he won’t come until they are. In the
meantime, I can use the kitchen to my heart’s desire.
He gave me back my house key, since we were moving back into the house over
the weekend, so I’d be present.
[image description: a kitchen! an actual kitchen, with grayish-blue
cabinets, a white tiled wall, a dishwasher and a stove, a vent hood over
the stove, and a hideous yellow flowered folding stool pulled up to the
counter to be a makeshift chair. The knife block is on the counter, and the
Instant Pot is sitting by the sink, and various other items are strewn
around the counters. The floor is mottled gray and has a geometric blue and
white mat in front of the sink.]
The first thing I did was put all my grungy old unwashable dishwares into
the dishwasher to see if it melted them, hence my post
https://www.tumblr.com/bomberqueen17/738721786554974210/image-description-the-edit-of-linus-from-peanuts
on this topic. (Update: Nothing so far has actually gotten ruined! Amazing.)
But the second thing was that we went back over to dude’s mom’s to retrieve
our cat. <3 <3 <3 and then i got to sleep in my own bed with my beloved
cat.
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